The entire temple shuddered. The marble cracked under invisible force as wind swirled around the altar, scattering into the air.
Azrael floated midair with his eyes glowing an eerie scarlet while arcs of black lightning crawled across his skin like living serpents. The faint hum of energy resonated from his body, vibrating the air around.
The Werewolf Lord stood below as his golden eyes narrowed. "That energy… it reeks of corruption," he growled, flexing his claws. "Who are you, human?"
Azrael's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Just someone who's tired of playing weak for days…"
With that, he snapped his fingers.
CRACK!
The air split open with the sound of thunder. A bolt of black lightning shot downward, slamming into the altar where the Werewolf Lord stood. Stone exploded. The shockwave tore through the chamber, sending everyone stumbling backward.
Cyro's ice armor shattered as he shielded Iphi and Celia behind him. "What… kind of lightning is that?" he muttered.
